[AtomicLabMonkey]

Originally Posted by sperry

The R8 is like the crappy car that Bond is forced to drive in a hurried getaway that gets totally smashed in the process of dodging a bunch of inept baddies and careeining through tight Italian streets/cafes/fruit-stands. But when it's all over, Connery... er Bond, gets out of the car in his perfectly pressed suit, w/o a drop of sweat and says something like "I guess that's the way the Gordini crumbles", while lighting a cigarette and walking over to his Austin Martin and driving away w/ a hot, boa-clad chick in the passenger seat.

Pure poetry, Sir.